If you let me,
I would gather stars,
A million sparkling pearls,
Thread them over strands of the cosmos and
Lay them around your neck.
If you let me,
I would pluck sun and moon from dawn and dusk,
Day and night’s divinities,
Present them as conquests of war and
Admire how your brilliance consumes them.
If you let me,
I would take my heart,
No longer mine,
Kneel before you and
Offer myself, all of me, everything.
Will you let me?
I would gather stars,
A million sparkling pearls,
Thread them over strands of the cosmos and
Lay them around your neck.
If you let me,
I would pluck sun and moon from dawn and dusk,
Day and night’s divinities,
Present them as conquests of war and
Admire how your brilliance consumes them.
If you let me,
I would take my heart,
No longer mine,
Kneel before you and
Offer myself, all of me, everything.
Will you let me?
